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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Dogs Dream in Splotches

Dogs dream in splotchesall my dreams are linear

I wish for them the color of my dreams— but I want novellasnot epics.I want my dreams to stay in one placefor a while— my mind is wearyof the night time journeys;I long for one that cuddles up to menot orders me to march in night madnessbayonet at my back across continents for years on end... Just a little smudge will do—till morning comes.